A Woman of the Other Battalion Now that you are not singing among the trees, the daylight picks up it flower and hides the orgasm of pollen on the stone and everything that is dry invades me. Every being knows why the quartz bangs its confused structure, and its voice licks the reflected surface of light, climbing in a suspension of abyss and trembling. I remained silent, and I loved her. She left crying and never returned. Since then I sleep with the permanence of her eyes beneath the lamp, and in the room in the mournful night they light up the delicate contour of my dreams.    Castellano Français      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher or, in case of photocopyng or other reprographic copying, a licence from Canadian Reprography Collective (Cancopy), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900 Toronto, ON M5E 1E5 Canadá. Ph 800-893-5777 / (416)868-1620 /Fax:(416) 868-1621. -- U.S. requests should be sent to Copyright Clearance Center, Inc. 222 Rosewood Drive Danvers, MA 01923 USA. Ph. 978-750-8400 / Fax 978-750-4470